For whatever reason, I can't sleep tonight. So, among other things, I did a bit of a blog redesign. I hope you like it, I do.
Ms. Kitty points out that I haven't been writing as much. Sorry about that. I've had a lot on my mind. I changed jobs about a month ago. I'm much happier in my new one.
As if you haven't guessed by the photos, on Thursday I went to an open house at Georgetown. I absolutely fell in love with the place and now can't wait to go. So that's good. When I asked some night students (I'm going to be a night student) what they thought of the day students, the response was that lots of them were straight out of college and not all that interesting and that the night discussions were better.
I love this answer for two reasons:
1. I want in on the good discussions
2. That level of candor suggests they were straight with me about other things.
Several people I really respect went to Georgetown. I'm really honored to get to study where they studied. To be honest, I'm still flatly amazed that I got in. But I met some other people at the open house who felt the same way. There was even a guy who had dropped out of law school. (One of the things that made my application squirrelly was that I dropped out of grad school several years ago.)
Having Honorary-Sister-in-Law-Tina and Our-Hero-Charlie-the-Brave and their baby in our basement is starting to make my house feel like a family lives here. And it's a reasonably functional family. This is weird for me. TheCSO and I have been thinking over the family that is the two of us, and what we want our family to be. Linguist Friend has had an open invitation to move in with us for years, now our housemates are starting to feel like part of our family as well.
I'm finally starting to feel confident that I have a support system of functional people who love me even when I suck. I don't have to save everybody and I don't have to be the funny one, the slutty one, the smart one or play any other role. I feel this realization has made me lazier and bitchier. Or maybe it has made me more sensitive to whom I am when I'm not working so hard to be delightful.
Of course, most of those people have been in my life for years and have to varying degrees putting up with my crap for all that time much as I have been putting up with theirs. I guess I'm a slow learner.
A couple of weeks ago, I had a dream that was very clearly my consciousness getting used to letting go of an old dream and starting the road toward a new one.
So, in short, it has been a really reflective time for me. Lots of good things have happened. But they've all happened pretty fast and I find myself carefully hoarding my alone time and treasuring the time I spend stretched out in front of the TV watching silly things and recharging. Last night I went to a midnight movie alone, which felt like having an affair with myself while an unsuspecting CSO played cards with his buddies.*
So anyway, that's my deal these days.
But I think I'm startingto come out of it.
I will write soon.
*Incidentally, "Zodiac" was wonderful. Not the thriller I expected at all, more like a two-hour Law and Order episode with twenty minutes of scary stuff spaced throughout.